Irate Lizard

The irate lizardCreep by the dunesOf a idea's desert, the lizard take onAmong the cold and the miseryBy the skin and realitiesOf your heroes, killers and strangersFeeling the taste of mazesAnd the colors and the leaved painsOver the infinite trailsOf the lost and the conquered dreams

Walking by the sun lightWhen finish in the evening endYour rays in my faceBig memories, of times that no more return

Oh, sensations, my forgotten rageIs the place where the sun endsOver my old secrets wordsMy body cry at the touch of old dreams

The lizard take on by sweatBy the fever of the burning heatWhere the dreams doors of realitiesOf the life and death are confunded

Eyes of the lizardTears of the moonSongs of the insaneStorms before the sun

The irate lizardDevour my mazes then rest in peaceOf the times that crossThat cross streets and lanes

Like a crowd without controlYour memories photograph the floorIn each dream that breatheDrinking the perspiration of thoughts that moveAnd end